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This situation was something that Mo Li never expected, and she would not take Di Xin's words as childish words. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

You don't have to think about it to know that it must be the king of Shang who is nagging in Di Xin's ear, or that the two souls are one and the two make each other affect each other.

If the serious Emperor Xin is influenced by the dark and treacherous Shang King, the ghost knows what will become of him.

"Well, this girl was a bad old woman at that time."

She doesn't want to perform any emperor and queen who are in love, or love and kill each other.

was teased by a child, Mo Li really felt that this picture was very weird.

To be honest, Mo Li really wanted to pour a bowl of Meng Po soup for King Xu, so that she would not talk nonsense in front of children if she was fine.

"Daji, the fox fairy has a long life and will always be young." Di Xin glanced at Mo Li with a foolish look, and corrected Mo Li's words very seriously.

Mo Li touched his nose, well, he was despised again.

She rejected this contempt.

"Di Xin, pull out the Shang King in your body, I want to talk to him." Mo Li felt that Di Xin, who was in good shape, could not be taken into the ditch by the king of Shang again.

Although the king of Xuan carries the memories of his previous life, but with his treacherous and tyrannical nature, the person who has been raised for a long time can only be a tyrant.

There is no reason for a tyrant to do anything, and you should not think about talking to a tyrant.

"Does Daji miss him?" Di Xin looked at Mo Li with a faint gaze, which made Mo Li shiver.

Child, can you not learn the good ones, and the bad ones will pass if you don't learn.

You want to be a king who cares about the world and loves the people, not a pervert who is neither yin nor yang and makes people afraid and afraid.

So, Mo Li squatted down and straightened Di Xin's face.

"Di Xin, don't be influenced by the King of Xu. If you can't become the Emperor of the World, if the Shang Dynasty perishes in your hands like this, then I will die, and my soul will be scattered. ”

In order to make his words sound real, Mo Li struggled to squeeze a few tears.

"Daji, it's ugly to pretend to cry."

"What does Kuang Shi Mingjun look like? Three Emperors and Five Emperors or Grandpa? ”

No matter what Di Xin said, his delicate little face was tense, as if he was discussing some national event.

"Diligent government and love the people, open the way of speech, benevolence and morality, national peace and security, wind and rain."

Mo Li pondered for a moment, thought about several Ming Jun who appeared in the history books, and said with a frown.

"If Daji becomes a Ming Jun, it would be good for you to marry me." Di Xin whispered what Mo Li had just said, and then asked with a little face.

Under the illumination of the bright moonlight, Mo Li saw seriousness and stubbornness.

Di Xin is Daji's husband, and it can be said that Da Ji also thinks of Di Xin in her heart, but she is now completing the task in place of Daji.

Looking at Di Xin, who would not give up until he reached his goal, Mo Li nodded with difficulty.

"Yes, but I have the final say."

Mo Li will not pretend to be amorous that he is liked by Di Xin, he can only say that Di Xin has an obsession with the name Daji and Daji.

In Di Xin's eyes, Daji can only be hers.

"Okay."

When Di Xin left, Mo Li let out a long sigh of relief.

Time passed so unhurriedly, and Di Xin did not make any ripples in Moli's life.

Daji Fang and Daji Restaurant have become the most popular industries in Chaoge City, and countless merchants want to follow suit, but they can't.

Fortunately, Moli only sold ten boxes of rouge and five tables of wine and food every day, which gave other merchants a way to live.

Time flies, ten years pass in the blink of an eye.

For the long-lived Qingqiu Fox Fairy, ten years is like an unworthy episode in her life, and it can't leave a trace of wrinkles on her face.

After ten years of operation, Dajifang has firmly enveloped the noble ladies in the Chaoge City, the military generals who still like spirits, and the Wenchen who are addicted to poetry and songs.

That's right, this is Mo Li's plan, an upright conspiracy.

She just wants to nurture the appetite of these people, so that they can never leave the prosperous capital of Chaoge again.

She wants to see how clever Ji Chang is, and God calculates the world to abduct these people.

And in this time, Di Xin also became a prince who was famous all over the world, both civil and military, smart and agile, and those who saw it praised him as a prince who won the aura of heaven and earth.

The Shang king's preference for Emperor Xin was seen by the courtiers, and it was only a matter of time before the elders were abolished.

Today's Di Xin is far smarter than in the plot, good at figuring out people's hearts, and with the king of Shang on the side, he is naturally well versed in the mind of the king of Shang.

As a result, Di Xin's degree of favor now far exceeds that in the plot.

At a young age, he was allowed to participate in court politics before he reached the crown and was entrusted with important tasks.

And Di Xin also lived up to expectations, dealt with all kinds of troublesome things in an orderly manner, and got along well with the courtiers.

The Dongyi tribe invaded the country, plundered the people, and the border pass was urgent, and the Shang king sent Di Xin to lead 300,000 troops to conquer in person to eliminate the border troubles.

On the day of the expedition, the sun was shining, the war drums were sounding, and Di Xin, who was dressed in silver-white armor, was like a god descending from heaven, and his handsomeness made people shake their hearts.

Mo Li hid her figure and looked at the stars holding the moon in the crowd, and she smiled at the corner of her mouth.

Fortunately, Di Xin grew into what she expected.

Handsome appearance, infinite strength, and both ability and political integrity are all evaluations of Di Xin by the outside world.

As if noticing, Di Xin turned his head and looked straight in the direction where Mo Li was, his eyebrows crooked.

Iron-blooded tenderness may be what it means.

In the past ten years, Mo Li has watched her children grow up step by step, both relieved and worried.

The oath meeting was over, the army set out, and Mo Li did not go to the border with Di Xin.

The folding fan was in Di Xin's hands, which was enough to protect his life.

It's just that the hardships of this battle were beyond Mo Li's expectations, and the Dongyi tribe had to fight to the death with Di Xin's troops as if they didn't want to die this time, and thousands of people died every day.

A battle was fought from the scorching summer to the autumn wind and the leaves, and Di Xin won a great victory, but the army of 300,000 lost nearly half.

However, the Dongyi tribe completely disappeared and was incorporated into the territory of the Shang Dynasty.

A great war, and the prestige of Di Xin spread to every corner of the Shang Dynasty.

It's just that when Di Xin's class returned to Beijing, the king of Shang died violently, it is said that he died suddenly in his sleep, and the witch doctor could not find out any reason.

Regarding the violent death of the Shang King, Mo Li couldn't believe it for a while.

Di Xin is only fifteen years old now, you must know that whether it is the plot or the real world, Di Xin was already a middle-aged man of thirty years old when he ascended the throne.

The time of the Shang King's death was suddenly advanced by fifteen years, which caught Mo Li a little off guard.

Didn't Di Xin say that the king of Shang enshrined a great power? How did that get killed?